Red Hair. All I could Think about was your red hair. Your freckles and the way you look down when you laugh. Your slight dimple on the left cheek. I think you are the most beautiful girl.
I now see that my hopeless romanticism was all in vain. I opened up. I was wrong to do so. This hurts. But suffer I will and hopeless poems I will write, and Flowers I will buy.
All in vain I Know. But that's okay.